Lead-gray clouds cover the whole sky tightly. Occasionally, two bits of sunlight leak through the gaps in the clouds and scatter like broken mercury on the thick green camphor leaves. The streets are crowded with people, and the Starbucks on the corner is playing melodious and elegant melody. I looked at the ashen Wang Xuan in front of me with a half-smile, picked up the green paper coffee cup and stood up and walked behind her, poured the hot and fragrant latte into her collar, and then threw the paper cup on her face:
"You deserve it!"